(#1 POSSESSION SERIES ) "I wasn't asking to be worshipped. I just wanted to be loved... not owned." - Sarah Rizvi "I don't love you, Sarah. Love is too fragile. I own you-and I always will." - Rayyansh Singh Rathore Sarah Rizvi was like a butterfly-soft, delicate, full of silent love. And Rayyansh Singh Rathore? He was the cage. She loved him since childhood. Quietly. Purely. But he never gave her love. Only took her time, her body, her presence-while coldly claiming he felt nothing. Yet when she finally gathers the courage to leave, she discovers the truth: Rayyansh may never say he loves her... But he's obsessed. Addicted. And he'll burn the world before letting his butterfly fly free. Because she was never his to love. She was always his to possess. Dive into TOXIC POSSESSION-a haunting descent into a love that never healed, only claimed, consumed, and caged. Because some men don't fall in love. They conquer it.

A wedding... and a runaway bride! Srishti Mishra forced to marry her sister's would-be husband! Mahir Kapoor, a ruthless man who cares about nothing except his work. After his bride runs away, he forcefully marries Srishti and demands a child from her. Srishti wants to escape, but every time she tries, Mahir pulls her back to him. Will Srishti ever be able to get away from Mahir? And why does Mahir want a child so desperately?

"Do you want me to f*ck your brains out?" I don't understand this kind of language and i don't like it. "Look at you...so wet..ready for my dick...but do you remember the night when I tried making love to you but you cried out suddenly...you make me feel like a ra*ist but now look at yourself...you are craving for my dick...you want me to f*ck you so hard...you are dripping like a wh*re" He showed me his finger which is covered in my wetness. I immediately got off the sofa. I broke into violent sobs after hearing such words from him. "What do you want Ashutosh? What do you want?? You want me to leave? I'm leaving then...i can't handle this anymore..." I immediately walked towards the door to leave but he grabbed me from behind. "You are not going anywhere...do you understand?" "Let go... I can't stay and cry here all the time..." I tried pulling my hand back from his grip but he dragged me inside our bedroom and locked the door.

He tore open her blouse, his voice a dark, possessive growl. "Ab tu meri hui..." ["Now you are mine..."], "...teri har saas..." ["...your every breath..."], "...teri har dadkan..." ["...your every heartbeat..."], "...tera yeh jism..." ["...this body of yours..."], "...in sab mein bus mera haq hain." ["...in all of this, only I have the right."] Vamika stood paralyzed, a silent scream trapped in her throat. Every shred of resistance had been stripped away, leaving only the hollow shell of surrender. She was his to claim, his to break. And as his shadow fell over her, he did. Now he owned her. Completely. Can an arrogant village headman ever truly fall for the daughter of his lender-the woman he married by force? Or will his "love" remain nothing more than a dark, consuming obsession? Will Vamika remain just a pawn in his game, a collateral for debts and power... or can she become something more, something real to him? Can their marriage ever transform from a cold, calculated deal into a true union of hearts... or is it doomed to remain a cage of control and desire?